Re: Electronics Shop Apartments: Shiloh F, Alex W
Shiloh was not particularly changeable. He was feast or famine, dick or not, depending on the situation and his mood. He was consistent in his inconsistency. But he wasn't a Machiavellian villain with his mustache twirled in secret. He didn't follow the rules, and that was his main crime, but he had learned nothing from his falls. He still didn't follow the rules, and self be damned.
"He might actually crack a smile, and wouldn't that be a day to commemorate?" Shiloh agreed of Mal enjoying something, paying minimal attention to Alex's clothing. It wasn't polite to stare, and Shiloh was the last person living who would judge someone based on a material possession. With that said, nothing the boy wore surprised him. Money didn't make people better, and in his experience money only allowed bad people to become worse. He wasn't about to stand on a soapbox or pontificate, but it was his opinion of the moment. Of course, the moment also included his siblings living warm and fat off the hog on the lake, so there was something to be bitter about there. "I'm not sure about lighter colors making places bigger, but brighter is, without a doubt, cheerier."
A quiet green sounded soothing, and Shiloh supposed there was nothing wrong with that. "The person who introduced me to music preferred female musicians. I can't say how many times we listened to Love is a Battlefield." He smiled, and this wasn't the cheshire smile that cut a scythe into his cheek. It was a fond smile and softer for it, as he followed Alex further into the space. He glanced over at the old computer, and he motioned. "Does that function?"